If You Were The One:
Disclaimer: Me no own The Clique by Lisi Harrison. Would I really want to be the one who butchered up Massie's awesomeness?
Have you ever hoped and wished with all your might that you could get out of something? Maybe you tried to get out of going to school so you didn't have to do a presentation. Maybe you would do anything to not go to a party because you had nothing to wear. Maybe you didn't want to go to the birthday party of your cousin's boyfriend's sister. All these maybes, all these hopes that never came true.
The thing I hope and plead for is to get out of this relationship. Chris is a great guy (despite the fact that he lets people call him Plovert), but I can never get him out of my mind.
Every time I look into Chris's blue eyes, all I can see is a swirl of caramel. When I ruffle up his brown locks, all I can see is blond. And every time he hugs me, I wish I could breathe in his cologne. I just wish all the time that the boy who truly captured my heart would bust in the door and save me. Come and take me away to a place where all we can do is be together.
I only even started dating Chris because everyone expected me to. He was the only acceptable guy left in the Tomahawks. It was only natural that I went with him, even though I'd rather be with another. I keep up this façade of liking him simply because I don't want to accept that I lost him. I don't want to accept that the only guy who I really liked left me to be with one of my best friends.
If only they could break up. Then, I could have my chance. I could have my chance to show him that I'm the one for him, not her. Who she is consists of insecurities masked by fashionable clothes and immaculate hair. I don't even know how she thinks we haven't figured that out yet.
I'm funny, even though I'm not witty like Massie. I'm pretty, even though I'm not considered one of the Twenties like Alicia. I'm sweet, even though I'm not as sweet as those gummies Claire is like and eats. I'm sporty, even though I'm not obsessed with it like Kristen. Why doesn't he see that we belong together?
It's not that difficult to make comparison when you've had the best. When you've had the ripest apple in the tree. I guess I'll stick with second best, even though that all I ever wanted was to be first at something.
Because all I, Dylan Marvil, ever wanted was Derrick Harrington. If only he could want me too.